Chapter 170 (II) The coherent passing is dazzling
Madiburg became a back three on the field, and the Bantam Tigers came on the field and directly drove Scar Ribery and Piggy Schwein to the forward line, and he personally sat in the center of the midfield. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Valencia is indeed a little stronger than Madibourg, after all, it is the leader of La Liga. But Madiburg is not in vain, they are only weak in the professional football is still short, a little inexperienced, if it comes to talent and individual strength, Madiburg will never be under the opponent on the field, especially the Six Musketeers, they are almost no longer under anyone.
The old and stalwart Hasler has risen to the middle, and no one is better at combing the midfield than him. However, the extra time was tight, and it was clearly not suitable to start the attack slowly. Bantam led everyone to fight a wave of storms, and once the talented Six Musketeers attacked wildly, it is difficult to have a team that can completely resist in today's football, which is a fact.
Benitez, who stretched out his big slap, was finally relieved after Uncle Scum was sent to the stands. He didn't dare to glance next door throughout the game, but people are like this, the more he didn't dare to watch, the more he wanted to watch, and this stubbornness made Benitez struggle all over the court, and he didn't have the heart to think about the game carefully. At this time, seeing Madiburg fighting against himself strongly, Benitez was a little drumming in his heart, after all, Valencia had one less person on the field.
didn't dare to think about it, Benitez quickly let the team make a recovery on the field, first tighten the fence, anyway, there was a goal advantage in hand. Alas, the famous marshal Benitez still made Uncle Scum disgusted, and failed to judge the situation, if he could bravely choose to attack Madiburg, the Six Musketeers might not dare to be so unscrupulous.
Once the Six Musketeers went crazy, it was immediate.
Zhuo Yang originally sympathized with the clown Aimar, and he admired this kind of pure technical star very much, so when Zhuo Yang and the clown faced each other in these two games, they were always using pure skills to fight against Aimar, and both of them fought heartily. But just now, Aimar pretended to celebrate seriously after scoring in an offside position, which made Zhuo Yang very disgusted.
There is a kind of you who will always fight with me like a gentleman, don't play those chickens and dogs!
Can this blame Aimar? The two sides are just standing at different angles, and there is nothing wrong with whether Aimar is hypocritical or false at this moment. However, Zhuo Yang doesn't think so, he doesn't care about you so much.
Boy, you've messed with me!
When he met the clown again, Zhuo Yang would not only play with technique as before, and he began to greet the Argentine genius with his physical fitness. Aimar couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, he had already let the butcher De Jong use his body to bully enough, and he was miserable. Relatively speaking, he prefers Zhuo Yang's pure technical defense, but in fact, Zhuo Yang's physical condition is much better than that of the butcher.
Even hitting the shovel, Aimar's bitter guts were about to be squeezed out by Zhuo Yang, the ball was lost, and the clown sat on the ground and looked at Zhuo Yang's back dumbfounded: How did the Chinese become so unreasonable?
Seeing Zhuo Yang start to dribble the ball, the six musketeers, including Grosso and Zhirkov, all pressed up desperately, knowing that the captain would not concede the ball easily, they were hit too much during training, and only threw a goalkeeper Edmund and Rock Drasa in the second half.
All of Madibo's attacking talent burst into Valencia's 40-metre zone and began a flowery show. Scar, Second Brother, Little Pig, Butcher, Grandpa, Yuri, and Grosso all caught the ball with one foot under the dispatch of Zhuo Yang and Bantam Tiger, and they were dazzling and interspersed.
A full 26 non-stop passes, during which the Valencians could only run with the ball and could not touch the side of the football at all.
On the twenty-seventh foot, Grandpa Mertesacker knocked his heel back in a sideways run on the Valencia penalty line; On the twenty-eighth foot, the bantam Hasler met the ball and pushed diagonally, the football rushed out of the gap, and went straight to the bottom line on the left side, and Scar Ribery rode to arrive.
On the twenty-ninth foot, Scar swept with his left foot near the baseline, and the ball swept past the goal, and Schwein, the piggy at the far end, was already in place.
That flurry of passes tore the Valencia defence into tears, and Piggy emerged from the far post with no interference around. The thirtieth touch of this gorgeous performance is when the little pig has made great achievements.
The moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.
A good Spanish national Canizares, he burst out like a kangaroo, fell to the ground before the piglet and intercepted the flying football, and did not let go, holding it tightly in his arms.
On the outside of the goal post, Piggy's sliding tackle went empty, and the whole person flew out of the bottom line against the turf, and there was a sigh from the Madiburg bench.
The 35-year-old Santiago Canizares is a veteran goalkeeper of the Spanish national team, and he is a well-deserved No.1 after the retirement of legendary goalkeeper Subisareta. But Canizares was always unlucky, and he was suddenly injured before the 2002 World Cup, and he missed one session in vain. He has been in surprisingly good form in the past two years, but the rising young goalkeeper Casillas of Real Madrid behind him has put great pressure on him, so that Canizares can only maintain a high level of competitive form and zero mistakes in order to be sure of continuing to sit in the position of Spain's No. 1 goalkeeper in the upcoming European Championship.
The experienced Canizares was keen to spot a great opportunity to counter-attack after intercepting the football, as Madiborg had nine players crowded around Valencia's penalty area, their backfield was as empty as the Indian Ocean, and the team had Vicente and Mista.
Valencia's whole team is also a bit of an old man, and they immediately found a situation that was very favorable to themselves, and immediately began to scatter to occupy the position that was most conducive to counterattacking. At this moment, the generals of Madiburg also suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around and ran desperately to their defensive positions.
However, it was clearly too late, Canizares only needed a big foot to drive the ball forward, Vicente and Mista's fast horses were already in action, and no one in Madiborg could catch them.
Canizares is a traditional Spanish goalkeeper who not only has good kung fu but also has a good footwork, and his long passes are quite accurate and very effective. Canizares threw the ball to the ground in front of him and looked up at the positions of Vicente and Mista, who was about to step up with his right foot and make a long pass with his right foot, confident in his footwork.
Valencia's entire squad is also very confident in their veteran goalkeeper, which is a fairly mature counter-attacking routine that has been repeatedly used in the league.
The whole team was a little flustered, although they were all playing with their lives and running back, but everyone knew that people can't run football. Once the ball is cleared, it will be too late, and the only hope can only be pinned on the supernatural play of Rock Dellas and goalkeeper Edmund.
However, everyone, Madiburg, Valencia, Canizares, forgot about one person, the one who had just slipped off the far post.
Madiburg player, No. 8, piggy, Bastian Schweinsteiger.